Scar my wishes

Scar my wishes, like step dad's with ill wishes,
Fuck love, Give me red tube and chicken goujons,
Romantics move on,
She's to foolish to know this tamarind specimen,
From the dalit class shoe makers,
Could shoe horn, make her rain like a grand canyon,
Of vaginal shakes,
My styles mildly tempered with a tantric verb,
The she devil dwells,
Within the rectum of the ravenous ogres,
I stay focused through the lenses of the apprehended,
Divorce the dichotomy,
Rather be newted ,
Then her riding on top of me,
Casually speaking ill of the dead,
Cold hard cash alchemist,
Of monetary persuasion,
Financially handsome,
Your lips sing auric,
Melodies of Thatcherite abandon,
You should have been left back,
To Sansom,
All sweet smiles,
Your lips lustrous like the kohinoor ,
Jewell,
Emotionally illiterate,
But never been schooled,
Orange and covered in Henna,
No longer privy to your Freudian dilemma,